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CHAPTER 6

He wasn't even that hot. Like he would be really mediocre if he didn't dress so well or if he used half the amount of hair wax. But still, he came in everyday to Cettie's work and flirted with Electra right in front of her. She was her usual shy self around her at first, but recently she'd opened up a bit as he seemed pretty persistent. Cettie couldn't wrap her mind round it. He really didn't seem her type. She wasn't sure what her type was but it certainly wasn't pretentious flirts who wore more make up than she did.

"See you, cutie." He chirped, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he sauntered out of the large glass automatic doors.

"Bye, Tugger!" She called, giggling after him. Then she turned to Cettie, sitting on the counter beside her. "Can you believe him?" She laughed. Cettie gave a half-hearted smile and focused on swinging her legs over the side of the large desk. "Earth to Cettie?"

"Sorry?" She looked up at her freckly friend who had a concerned expression plastered on her face.

"Are you alright? You've been a bit off with me lately. Have I done something wrong?"

Cettie sighed, suddenly feeling guilty that she had been neglecting her closest friend because of some guy. "You've done nothing. I – I've just been feeling a bit ill, that's all." She gave her most reassuring smile and elbowed her in the side. "I could never be mad at you."

"Good!" The brunette slid off the desk to stand in front of her. "I was beginning to think you wanted to break up!" She gave a look of mock horror and laughed. Cettie laughed too, examining her friends laugh lines that she loved so much. But something inside of her stomach dropped slightly as Electra moved off to help a customer.

It had been only last night that she had found herself sobbing into her pillow at 3am. She had no idea why, but something about the situation with Electra and Tugger made her want to punch in a wall and then cry about the fact there was a hole in her wall. She didn't know how long she'd been crying but she did know it was 3:22am exactly when her small room mate came to check on her.

Jemima had always been so sweet to her. The two hadn't known each other that well before she moved in with her and Victoria, but they had become inseparable ever since they found out they shared a love of trashy American reality shows. She had been her rock. She had been everyone's rock really, but Jemima paid special attention to Cettie when she was down because it was such a rare occurrence.

"Cettie? Are you okay?" Her mahogany eyes were wide with concern and she held a cup of tea in her hand which she offered out to her. Cettie smiled and took it gladly, sitting up to make room for Jemima's small form to sit on the bed with her. "You know you can tell me anything."

"It's… I don't know what it is. I keep getting jealous over stupid things." Cettie sighed in between sips of tea.

"What kind of things?"

Cettie stared down at the mug in her hands. It was red and gold and had a chipped rim on one side. "It's Tugger. He keeps coming into work and flirting with Electra and it makes me really mad. Don't ask me why, I have no idea."Cettie shook her head, frustrated with herself.

Jemima looked thoughtful for a moment, thinking about what she should say next. She looked at Cettie in the eye, opened her mouth and then closed it again. Finally, she spoke. "Maybe Tugger's not the one you're worried about. Electra's your closest friend. Maybe you're scared of losing her."

This resonated with Cettie and she found herself replaying these words over and over in her head as she sat on the desk, looking at her best friend helping a middle aged man on the elliptical. Maybe Jemima was right. It's not exactly as if she had any real feelings for Tugger, he was just a cocky guy from her building. In fact, he made her nervous. Just as this thought occurred, he walked back into the gym.

"Sorry, Cettie. I forgot my wallet." He purred, picking it up off the side by the rowing machines, stuffing it into his bag. He was harmless really, Cettie thought. Just a guy who's probably deeply insecure and needs female attention to survive.

"Hey, Tugger." He looked up at her. "You want to come to a little get together this Saturday?"

He smiled at her. "I heard there was a little shindig occurring. Your little roommate invited Munk the other day, I was waiting for my invite."

"Well here it is, wanna come?" She asked, trying not to gag on his cologne as he waked over and leaned against the counter casually, a hand on his hip.

"Sure thing, sweetcheeks. I wouldn't miss it." He winked and with one swift motion he was heading out the door. Cettie wasn't sure if that was a good idea but she assumed he would have crashed even if he wasn't invited. That's what Tugger was like. Always there whether you wanted him to be or not.